Before I left, Fiddleford insisted that I listen to him play the banjo.

I could have sworn that as he joyfully played, I could see the age lift off his face, and see the Fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago.


blacklight edition of the journal reveals that ford wrote “oh shit, still gay” all over this section

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